Friday, August 17, 2012

Glenn Wool's "I'll Ask Her"

If you're one of those freaks who obsessively makes sure all of the soup can labels are facing the same way in the pantry, then Glenn Wool may not be the comedian for you. If, however, you get a kick out of watching someone sneak into the aforementioned pantry for the sole purpose of mixing up the order created, then yeah. You're gonna like Glenn Wool a lot.

With his shaky voice that makes it sound like he's teetering somewhere between losing his balance and losing his mind, Wool is a great comedian from whom you never know what's going to happen next and on his latest release, I'll Ask Her, you can't help but feel that's just the way he likes it.

When Wool is behind the wheel you're guaranteed to be in for a fun time. He likes taking the curves a little too quickly and he doesn't mind grinding the gears a bit when he's shifting from second to third. Despite the appearance of chaos, though, Wool takes you on a ride that's actually quite smooth and therein lies the trick. Because we know that Wool isn't going to let things get out of hand, we feel safe and in turn more willing to give in to the random inanity of the festivities. I don't know if that made any sense or not, but it does in my head, so I'm going with it.

It's hard to pinpoint one or two bits that especially made me laugh simply because there were so many of them. Wool hops from one topic to another with gleeful yet mischievous energy and if you blink, you might miss some really great moments. They come and go at a pretty rapid pace, making repeated listenings necessary and enjoyable.

Wool uses a handful of callbacks that are quite effective. He pulls them out when you least expect it but not so often that you get sick of them. What begins as one of the most properly-requested (and accepted) booty calls you'll ever hear becomes a running gag expertly woven through the album as Wool not-so-patiently wonders when his date is going to arrive. The other little aside that popped up a number of times can best be described as  "Hock. Ptui. Drink it." I'm sure that means nothing to you out of context but each time it came up ("Drink it!"), I laughed like an idiot.

Say what you will about Wool, when he has a point to make, he makes it well. Don't be fooled by the fact that his most prized possessions are a set of Smurfs he keeps atop his broken Xbox. If you thought such a character would be unable to make a valid, smartly thought out argument, you would be severely underestimating your competition. Wool takes on Al Qaeda and their claim of hating the West by pointing out they're so primitive, their hatred requires a flat Earth. He has quite a response ready for anyone who dares to ask why he doesn't have any kids and somewhere in London is a sad, racist cab driver who claimed he wasn't racist and became depressed when Wool pointed out exactly why he wasn't. Similarly, Wool explains that his bit on Chinese people and their struggle with the letters G, L, and R isn't a racist premise but instead is linguist. And then he reveals why it's not really that, either.

And I loved every word.

Wool is divorced and when he postulates what his weekends would be like if he and his ex actually had children, it makes you happy that Billy, the coke-snorting little scamp who is sometimes spat upon, never actually popped into existence. Despite his track record with them, Wool doesn't hold any real grudges against women and freely admits they've gotten into his head. Now that they're in there, let's just hope they don't mind all the monkey porn.

I'll Ask Her is a genuinely solid project and Wool sets himself apart as an original voice with a unique perspective on life. His style and humor may not be for everyone but it's definitely for those who like their comedy a little askew and from a nicely individual point of view. To quote Wool, you either like the show...or you're retarded.

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